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I think it’s about evolving, changing, switching into something more. Switch implies change, which I like. Being static is so far from desirable. I want to switch into something else.
It’s quite telling that I associate such a neutral verb such as ‘switch’ with evolution and change. It certainly doesn’t necessitate that association. I guess I crave change.

» Posted By Vee On 12.09.2016 @ 12:18 am


I could be a crook for you but instead you broke into the most private places of my heart and became a crook yourself. I often thought what did I do to entice this behavior, or was it just in your nature to take things and create fantasies. I was a victim of your charm to which I never ever knew or thought of as harm. I could be a crook for you but you beat me to the punch a time or two. Never knew what hit me; it seems. Sent spinning and then feigning for your regime. I need it, but most of all I want it. Take me to places of extreme pleasure then flaunt it. You were always the crook and I was always your muse, left brokenhearted and confused.

» Posted By Vee On 06.05.2015 @ 2:57 pm


I was drunken at the first sight of you. You heighten my feelings, I’m exhausted, it’s a catch 22. Wish I could feel this way all the time but I have to pull it together. I can’t let every one see me in this vulnerable state. With my drunken feelings all over the place. Drunken when you touch me, drunken that night you left me. I have since figured out you were no good for me. So drunken is where I’ll leave you be.

» Posted By Vee On 02.24.2015 @ 3:58 pm


I really can’t write about the word “compound.” Compound? Seriously? There’s not much that can be done with just “compound” to start with. My problems are compounding upon one another, it seems.

» Posted By Vee On 11.08.2013 @ 8:33 am



» Posted By Vee On 06.22.2013 @ 9:31 pm


I played that sonata like it was the very essence of my being. My hands danced across the ivory top and my fingers fluttered and twittered by. They were pale and swan like, doing a dance that I was born to finish. I was a staccato beat and my music was my forte.

» Posted By Vee On 01.24.2013 @ 10:28 am


Sometimes my teeth get clouded with sugar and I lick them to feel clean again. Sometimes they feel slick from brushing and I lick them to feel how smooth they are. Sometimes they hurt when I bite too hard, but then I remember to slow down and it’s fine again.

» Posted By Vee On 10.21.2012 @ 4:40 pm


I think of the store. You know the one that has all of those supplies. I haven’t been to one in a very long time. this is boring. Sometimes staples can hurt. I enjoy taking staples out of the paper. re do. I like carefully taking it out of the paper. they are better than paper clips.

» Posted By Vee On 03.17.2012 @ 1:00 pm


The only thing better than the centrepiece was being able to take it home from the party. It was a fight, but I was the one who won the fight.

» Posted By Vee On 12.04.2011 @ 8:46 pm


i loved to watch him. his back, his arms, the long fingers. a bead of sweat trickled down his brow and moved across his cheek. thank you he said.

» Posted By vee On 05.17.2011 @ 6:01 pm


overcoming all odds. standing tall in face of unsurity. loving yourself when everything seems to be to much. understanding that life is upredictable. and that everthing happens for a reason.

» Posted By vee On 04.05.2011 @ 6:53 pm


over my head my thoughts seem to hover not making much sense even to me where do I go from here what am I supposed to do or feel or think I just feel so lost and misdirected like all the world has turned upside down

» Posted By Vee On 08.23.2010 @ 10:20 am


I glance under the bed to be sure that nothing’s there. the closet’s shut tight. still, no sigh of relief come from between my lips. I know that monsters are real and they don’t always live under your bed or in your closet. They live in your heart and they feast on your soul; breaking you down with words. People are the most terrible monsters of all.

» Posted By Vee On 08.21.2010 @ 7:25 am


near far…….. the end is near!!!! at least that’s what they say.. in 2012? I don’t believe that. It was supposed to end like 50 billion times. :)

» Posted By vee On 07.29.2010 @ 9:22 pm


i live the life of a mode model, depeching here, depeching there, eating pie with ice cream, and just generally being fabulous.

» Posted By Vee On 04.24.2009 @ 11:28 am


It hits her like a tonne of bricks, the news that he died. Her lungs constrict, her gut wrenches painfully and she retches; her heart splinters. Then it grows in her, the darkness. A large circle of black. Perfectly formed in her mind’s eye, growing and staring her down. A full stop.

This is the end, she thinks, the end.

It would be many mornings later, as she gets on with her life, that she’ll realise the full stop was only a comma. Life goes on.

» Posted By Vee On 09.25.2009 @ 5:08 am


The early hours of her morning are red. Red sky, reflecting red earth. Red trees, shedding red leaves. And all around is red dust. Red. Red. Red. The Rosebuds are red, too. They prick to the touch.

Her skin stains red.

She thinks, a little sadly, how her world managed to turn such a monochrome hue. How from the very first time she was crushed against red lips, she bled happy; how the very first time she tangled in the scent of the red, red hair, she lost herself in the bliss.

But what wonderful bliss, this life on red mars is, for a time.

The Rosebuds sing and twist in the howling wind, they stir up the red dust and won’t let any of it settle. And that’s okay.

Red dust floats away on the wind, and the monochrome seeps out from my world. No longer red.

*dedicated to rosebuds and dust storms in Sydney

» Posted By Vee On 09.23.2009 @ 5:23 am


Mercury rising, higher and higher in the little vial. My hands all pressed around the glass surface shake.

Tip it back,
Swallow it whole.

Liquid poison slips down the throat,
Staining metallic.

The taste akin to blood.

» Posted By Vee On 09.22.2009 @ 3:01 am


I need the distractions to pile on about now.

Someone very wise once told me that post-breakup. You need lots, and LOTS of distractions. He told me, you just distract yourself, do whatever you can to keep smiling.

So that’s what I’ll do.

I’ll keep smiling.

» Posted By Vee On 09.21.2009 @ 4:26 am


Why, did I think, by resisting, I would somehow ameliorate myself? By succumbing to a reactionary stance, shields up, swords drawn… why did I think that would somehow give me the greatest joy?

You marched around me with soft eyes, your tongue whispering a trumpeting tune.

And after seven days, the walls of my Jericho tumble and fall, tired of resisting.

» Posted By Vee On 09.20.2009 @ 3:15 am


Give me a paintbrush, so I can paint the sky.
One part blue, two parts white. Together we will drive the grey away.

» Posted By Vee On 09.18.2009 @ 5:59 am

if I pick it up, colours will come out and blend with the white. I will make a pattern to colour your room, using my body as the brush. The paint is sticky, but the brush scratches your skin.

» Posted By Vee On 09.17.2009 @ 6:55 pm


Penny was the girl; She was the one on the sad slow swingset, singing a tuneless melody for my ears to hear.

Schoolbag slung on my back, walking home, I listened to her sighs and walked right on by the girl called Penny.

» Posted By Vee On 09.17.2009 @ 4:53 am


Have you ever opened a paperback in your lap, late in the afternoon as you were sipping your coffee and realise suddenly, in a flash, that you were reading your own life, written in some other person’s hand?

» Posted By Vee On 09.16.2009 @ 1:27 am


Ah, cold shower, cold shower. The freezing water crashing over you and stopping all hopes of coherency. But perhaps that’s just what you need right now?

» Posted By Vee On 09.15.2009 @ 2:43 am


“Don’t. Please don’t.” The man begs on his knees, voice dripping desperation. A second presence watches without pity. Without pity, pulls out a gun.

“There is no other choice.” Robotic, stilted.
“Of course you have a choice, you could let me live!” Pleading, emotional.

“But this is the logical conclusion,” the other mutters, “I’m sorry.”

He isn’t.

Deadpan, he pulls the trigger on the .32 Colt.

» Posted By Vee On 09.11.2009 @ 2:28 pm


Pastel pink blossoms line the suburban street where I stroll along the cracked sidewalk, fingers entertwining in yours, our footsteps matching. Slow and unhurried, honeyed light filters through the blooming trees, dotted here and there with lavender petals, all releasing a sweet perfume.

The scent of spring gets tangled in your hair, seeps into your skin, intoxicating.

I breathe into me your blossom fragrance.

» Posted By Vee On 09.11.2009 @ 5:08 am


Soft, your hair is as I run my fingers gently through the honey gold. It slips and slides like liquid mercury around my skin, burning bright under the morning light.

I catch on a knot in your hair. The unexpected tug elicits a disgruntled moan and I smile slightly. Softly I unknot the tangle.

The honey gold threads of our lives unknot along with it and I bend down and plant a slow, sweet kiss along your forehead.

» Posted By Vee On 09.09.2009 @ 11:34 pm


It was the one feeling missing as I stood, uncertain, at the precipice of the world where the horizon drops off, facing the dark void yawning before me and hearing its enchanting call.

My feet heavy, I managed only to stumble forward, my shoe catching on a pebble – it bounces over the edge, fall, falling…

… I would follow but your hand grabs mine–

“I want you to stay.”

» Posted By Vee On 09.09.2009 @ 2:12 am


A man, fingers delicately curled around the leather handle of a black briefcase, steps forward and turns the corner. His shirt is pressed and impeccably white.

Click, clack, go his polished shoes.

A stranger in blue catches his eye from across the road, watching. The stranger’s grimy fingers are clamped around the stub of a cigarette and he slouches in a friendly manner. Something alive and roaring in his eyes.

White collar, blue collar.

» Posted By Vee On 09.07.2009 @ 4:18 am

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